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sad and scary short story
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Lol Micheal turned into Mark
Very nice story Lily 👏😺 !
Can someone dm me the whole thing? DMs don’t cut off
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Someone link the website, I can’t read all of it on app
I wrote it myself there is no website
TW! Mentions of death @buse and iffy stuff
Growing up I was always the forgotten child. It was all about my sister Amelia, who got everything. The shopping trips, the expensive parties for her birthday, while I barely had anything. My parents would always go to her games and events and it was never about me. So, when I had children I promised them I would treat them better than how I was treated. I had my beautiful baby girl when I was twenty-three with my boyfriend Michael. My beautiful baby Juliette. I loved her with my whole heart and I felt like a part of me was healed. My perfect little family. Until it somehow went wrong. Mark started getting… aggressive. First it was just yelling outbursts. Then it moved to physically hurting me. One day Michael went out to work like usual. I’ll never forget the sound of his cheery voice saying bye-bye to his little Julie as he walked out the door for the last time. Mark never came home from work. His car had crashed on the way because of all the slippery ice on the road. “Where’s Dada?” Said a little voice as I got the call. . “Julie, sweetheart,” I said softly, tears streaming down my face. How could I tell her her father was gone.
As Julie grew older she changed. Started having panic attacks all the time, when she was fourteen I walked into the kitchen to find a lot of broken glass on the floor with Julie sobbing. I got into a new relationship. Sweet guy called Elliot. Patient, knew what type of coffee I liked, always told painfully unfunny jokes. One day we had an argument. About Julie, actually. He yelled, and it brought back memories of Michael. Julie must have heard me sobbing because she ran into the room, asking what was wrong. She saw Elliot, paused in mid- shout, and gasped. The next day he was gone. The police found him in a lake two hours away, the lake was known for having water that stained things green. I told Julie what happened. She denied it was her, and that’s what I believed for a long time. Until I found a green-stained rag at the back of her closet, after she left for university.